COLOURING

Wolfy should have become an astronaut or an astronomer or anything similar. God made her with four fleckles in the arm with the exact shape of the stars forming the constellation of the Ursa Major.

Kim passes his fingertips over this soft map and tries to imagine her sitting in an observatory and taking notes. No way. He can only visualise her in a wild long desert, close to a campfire, and pointing to the stars while telling stories about it.

Wolfy is physically connected to the wild and the nature. Her body has somehow its own existence, ready to dance, to stretch in the most unimaginable positions or to tremble and shake in endless orgasms. It's a body to lie naked in the bushes rather than at a chair.

Kim thinks all this while caressing her shoulder. Meanwhile she’s drawing with a roller on her notebook. Apparently, she is designing a kind of shell, a spiral shape in any case. When the picture is finished, she lends it to him. It’s a vagina. A nice vagina with all its details.

Wolfy gives him a watercolour kit and asks him to colour the paint. He takes a wet brush and poses it over the pink pin. He uses it to color the upper part of the drawing. He puts soft orange on the lips of the vagina. When he starts painting with brown, the entrance of it, he looks at her.

Kim sees her staring at his fingers. She bites her own lips and her cheeks have become red. He understands that in this exact moment she is feeling the caress of the brush over the paper as if it was directly on her own sex. She is turning on. Sexually excited.

They continue playing, both of them aware of the effects of the game. He is hard. She is wet.